Maybe the cynics would prefer this:
Choose life.
Choose a job.
Choose teaching.
Choose to make a difference,
Choose a fuc4ing, big, highlighter pen.
Choose interactive whiteboards, staplers, and glue-sticks; TES Resources and non-stop piles of marking.
Choose ‘good’ teaching, performance management and reams and reams of data collection.
Choose a low salary and long working hours.
Choose a subject specialism and a classroom (if you’re lucky).
Choose your colleagues, but not your line manager.
Choose wall displays and matching schemes of work.
Choose a hire purchase, state-of-the-art photocopier in a range of monochromatic colours.
Choose ‘workload’ and wondering who you are on a Sunday morning.
Choose sitting in a meeting, listening to mind-numbing, spirit-crushing exam analysis, stuffing fuc4ing cake and biscuits into your mouth.
Choose slipping away at the end of it all, staring at a computer screen in a damp, miserable office. Nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, spoilt-little brats you’ve educated to replace yourself.
Choose your future.
Choose life.
Choose education.
Choose to make a difference …